Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Nas,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.